Zia's Love Story

Chapter 4 Training

"Can't!" Kak Khotim replied while putting both hands on his waist. Indirectly making my face pale while covering my mouth with both hands.

Oh my God.Why be like this. I said in my heart.

Kak Ashar also looks surprised when Kak Khotim says like that while shaking his waist again.

But while still in shock mode Kak Khotim continued, "If you are not serious lecture then you should not."

"Oh my God, brother, make me panic... Always menprank his work." I said while standing and hitting his shoulder.

"Oh, sick to know." he replied grimacing in pain, but I also hit him not really.

"I thought he would say no. Hahaha. Somebody's got a prank again." Sahut Kak Ashar who from earlier smiled look at our behavior.

Finally I decided to go to college while working to see Brother only help the cost of SPP per semester only. So I don't want to have to find an afternoon lecture so I can work in the morning.

It's not hard to enroll in college in my small town. Armed with a diploma and a letter of graduation from the previous school can already enter the College of Teacher Training in Education.

Although I actually majored wrong, but that's okay. Actually I chose a study program or study program in Bahasa Indonesia, but there are English, Mathematics, and Economics. I chose English to count while studying.

I also worked in a few shops. But since I can only work half a day no one wants to accept the excuse of not needing a new employee.

Finally there are friends who offer work but the honor is not much. That is teaching a new kind of Kindergarten running for approximately one year. Coincidentally the kindergarten where I used to teach while attending school in MAN.

Counting filling free time while looking for experience I also accept it. In addition to getting a free boarding place I can also continue to study at the cottage.

Along with my schoolmates from MAN I ended up working there. Although a small honor but I am sure there will be another windfall and I can certainly work while in college.

My friends from MAN who still remain in the cottage and continue college are also many. Although the distance of our campus is a bit far, but we are still eager to undergo lecture activities because in addition to the cheap cost of the cottage we can still teach.

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If you're late then you'll be sanctioned." Said one of the level elder brothers leading OSEK this time.

Maba or new students of this year counted a lot. Although only a private high school. Today is indeed the last day and closing of OSEK this year.

Upon closing, information is provided by the chairman of STKIP that students who are active in the campus organization will be awarded a scholarship. There was a fresh wind blowing. I who incidentally like the organization and work while direct college spirit.

There is a determination within me to be active. Especially when following the organization has nothing to lose. There will be a lot of knowledge that we explore in organizations.

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The first semester begins. There are a lot of new friends in my class. We got to know each other and one of the people I was familiar with was Widya.

Widya had graduated from school the previous year and continued her English course in the English village of Pare Kediri. Some other friends also have graduates from there.

"Hello, my name's Widya. What's your name?" ask him to me the first time the lecturer asked to get acquainted.

I replied as much as I could using English. When we went out of class, I explained that my English was mediocre.

He said it's okay, as long as you want to learn, you can. We know each other better and we fit in. It turns out that he also likes organization. Until one day there was an offer about participating in training.

One of us had to take part in the training because the training matched our data. "You're the one who comes along, I'm going to work" I told Widya.

"It wasn't just you because I had an important event back then." The answer. We argued and talked to each other.

It's funny we argue like little kids scrambling to give up not coming. The discussion ended and I was the one who had to leave.